Sirry, or: Selious

The blogger sat before his screen
        Pressing his fingers 'pon the keys
Eyes staring back towards the sheen
        Familiar stiffness in his knees

By moonless night he saw himself
        Glasses reflecting man-made light
Books stretched behind him 'pon the shelf
        Twink-twinkling stars, thin halos bright

Floating about through bits and bytes
        As neurons 'lectric pulses shot
Red sparks burst into boundless lights
        'long wires, twisting, burning hot

He could not feel his back upright
        Nor hear the beating in his chest
His wireless mind saw sight 'pon sight
        And data points did swift digest

Each word he formed drifted through space
        Networking ev'ry flitting thought
White narrow beam lit faceless face
        As curious new signals wrought

Beeps sounded from the motherboard 
        Seat empty basked in flickering gleam
Lines flowing forth would stay unheard
        For none could hear the soundless scream

Today, for d’Verse’s “Open Link Night”, I’d like to share a poem that I wrote last September, less than half a year after creating this blog.

This poem is one I am fond of, but I would probably have given it a different title if I had written it today because to me it feels somehow disconnected from the verses below it…

68 thoughts on “Sirry, or: Selious”

  1. Well Ben, have to say I found this to be rather effective in a dystopian kind of way – especially for a writer! Thanks for such an original write, with which to finish my first session here tonight.

  2. Wow! Somehow this makes me think “computer zombie” — or what we warn children of when we say “get away from the keyboard….you can’t be on the computer all day” — or the dangers a “gamer faces” in terms of becoming the machine. This could be the script for a fabulous sci fi movie! Wires somehow crawling our of the computer and into the brain! …. ewwww….!

  3. From I. ROBOT to the MATRIX, there is alacrity regarding loss of self when totally saturated by computer eros, as A-I might become succubus, and our higher self might morph into languid logorhythms.

  4. Love the rhyme and sense of humour. Reminds me of my hubby pon his computer. But here am I too! I guess the soundless scream will not be heard unless I go down and nag him.

  5. I think they’ve proven that computer addiction is just like any other, but when everything these days has been computerized in jobs, entertainment, communication devices, etc. it’s difficult to get away from it. Just like eating or spending addictions. What’s scary also are kids that have grown up from infancy in the digital age have no memory of what it was like before.

  6. I echo many of the sentiments expressed so far. When we become so attached to the computer and addicted to the feedback that the online presence provides we can lose some of our humanity. And that humanity is what drives the interactions. This poem is a work of art.

  7. Oh my! I’ve been there … help!!! Trapped ~ keyboard has me by my nails, screen looks like waves, my body in a straitjacket. I love this poem!!!!

  8. Blogging has become an addiction for many of us. The real world takes a backseat sometimes! I shudder at the thought of becoming sucked into it. Well done, David. ❤️

  9. I found it quite selious! I can certainly relate. I especially love:

    White narrow beam lit faceless face
    As curious new signals wrought

  10. Nice one, David. I liked the gentle rhythm of this poem. Lots of profound truths in it! ❤️❤️❤️

  11. Brilliantly written.. you are a master craftsman of words. Beautifully worded. Each word is a poem in itself. Loved this!


  12. What have we wrought? We are merging into our machines. It seems sudden, but I suppose it started with the industrial revolution. (K)

  13. Loved the ending with the soundless scream! 😱 I worry about my 15 year old online so much but then, I realize we all are. Technology is just so engaging but then I go walk outside and realize nature is so calming. We need a balance for sure!

  14. This is incredibly powerful! Nowadays, one has to be careful not to get sucked into the computer screen. I miss simpler times.

    1. Rosliw, thank you so much ❤

      You know, it's a funny thing – I didn't originally intend for this to be sci-fi – I was trying to describe my lived experience in a metaphorical way… and, also, I originally wanted the poem to have a more humorous tone, but it just refused to go in that direction… and, well, this is the final product 🙂


      1. Cool! I, too, often think of my experience from moment to moment as that of a robot prioritizing subroutines and executing functions—which can be painfully difficult when my one-track mind is forced to stop what I’m doing and respond to a separate situation. If I had to work with customers in store, I would probably go crazy in five minutes.

  15. Oh, David, I like this one! Such great form and the story woven throughout is wonderful. What mindless creatures we have become, looking at our bytes and bits and flashes of light! Well done!

  16. Seriously felt as if the blogger was going to be consumed by the computer 🤣…. Really relatable poem, a wonderful work of art David. It flowed really well 😊

    1. Aww… Thanks, Amirah – you got it exactly ~ I was trying to get the image of a blogger being consumed by his computer across to the reader 😀


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